Man’s touch
Belle De Jour says that there are two kinds of men, basically. There are those who cheat and those who lie about cheating.
I agree with her and I myself am not a really big believer in monogamy. It’s just… the bare thought of sleeping only with one person til the rest of your life is really creepy. And impossible to achieve. I have always said to my few boyfriends I have had: “You do whatever you like, just as long I don’t get to know about it. But if so happens and you fall in love with someone else and you want to wake up with someone else, then tell me and we’ll break up.”
I agree with Belle, but I also think there are two other types of men when you don’t consider their relationship status defining them. There is The Submissive (or The Boy) type. They are the ones who expect you to pay the rent, take care of the household, be the slut in bed and basically - be their mother in every aspect of your relationship. They can’t take care of themselves, but they’re cute and when they say: “But you do it better than me and I don’t want to mess up paying for electricity,” you do it. Randy was that type. And I know lots more.
There is The Man kind of men. I have had some encounters and every single time I get blown away. It’s their touch I guess. Mr MT was The Man. He put his hand on me and I melted. No, correction. I didn’t melt. I blacked out of this insane manical sense of power, thrill, pure essence of passion. I couldn’t move or think or say anything. All I wanted was him and that it will last forever. That insane feeling, being lost in some crazed hemisphere of passion.
The porblem with men like Mr MT is that they’re usually not right for you. They are forbidden, too strong to be in relationship with. They are too… hot, I guess. They’ll burn you if you let. But in small and rare dosages… I think every woman should have at least one The Man experience in their lives. Just to know what it’s like to get an orgasm purely by his hand touching your sholder. It may sound insane but I tell you. 24 hours with that kind of man and in the end you are so wired that every move he makes can send you flying. Again. About 29th time during that 24 hours.
But being with that kind of man is rally dangerous. You lose yourself completely and that’s why it’s bad. You can’t function properly. And it’s not love. It’s something else… Mr MT and me lasted about 8 months. Few dosages of him in a month kept me going and kept me also in his power not to end it. Fortunately I came to my senses when it was real possibility that we actually are going to be together, in a relationship. And that’s when I realisec I couldn’t. In any cost.
The Man is dangerous because the sex is so amazing starting day one. The Boy type is not at all so dangerous. Sex with that type is rarely mindblowing, and at first it’s clumsy and filled with lots of grunts, put-it-theres and did-you-came-alreadys.
And it rarely satisifies you. But with The Boy type there’s always possibility to train him to do what you want. And in the end it can be satisfining… But it’s not that. It never can be.
So, in the end there are two types. Those, to whom you surrender and love it and those, who surrender you.
Life and relationships can be defined by BDSM terms so easyly sometimes it’s spooky.
But sometimes I think about Mr MT and that crazy way he made me feel… And I miss that. Dispite my better judgment I really do.
